Betrayal Knight’s Joyful Faith - Chapter 392



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The Cheerful God of Betrayal Chapter 392

Luna poked Salem on the cheek as if to bring him to his senses. Salem looked up in surprise and realized that Ray had landed on someone’s head.

He was a knight wearing armor with the emblem of the Royal Knights.

“Still alive?”

Salem, who had been blankly staring, suddenly came to his senses.

Salem rushed to the knight and felt his pulse. He felt a steady heartbeat. His breathing was also even and without any disturbance.

“You just fell asleep?”

Salem, who had become flustered, hurriedly checked with the others.

Most of the people who fell were simply unconscious and did not seem to be in danger of dying.

Salem sat up again and muttered in confusion.

“What the heck is this… … .”

Even those who were seriously injured were sleeping soundly without any sign of pain.

“Could this be Lexion’s magic?”

Luna shook her head as Salem muttered to herself.

“What? No? So there’s another cause? And you don’t know exactly what it is?”

This time, Ray circled around Salem’s head, as if to say yes.

Salem stood there dumbfounded, lost in thought.

It was clear that something unusual had occurred within the palace. However, there was no way to confirm it at the moment.

“… … .”

It would already be chaos outside the palace, so it seemed pointless to go out now and report this to someone.

Because everyone who can move is tied up in battle.

Even the supreme commander, Laius, seemed ready to go to battle, so it seemed like it would be difficult to save anyone right away.

Besides, if you leave your seat, you can’t predict what might happen.

Salem swallowed dryly as he reached his conclusion.

“… … I guess it’s okay to explore a little bit.”

Since you were the one who decided to set foot in this place, you had to properly carry out the ‘role’ you chose.

As Arendt sometimes says in passing.

Salem, who was about to take a step, looked back at the sleeping wounded with longing eyes.

Although his face was sleeping peacefully, red blood was still gushing from the severely injured area.

Salem was forced to struggle again.

‘What would Arendt have done?’

That thought came to me naturally.

He is a cold-hearted person in everything, so he might have turned around coldly. He said that everything has its own priorities.

But that doesn’t mean they’ll all just let them die. They’ll probably find a way.

Salem swallowed dry saliva and gave orders to the spirits.

“You guys, look around the palace and see if there’s anything suspicious. So… … If you find a hidden space, a suspicious person, or an object that gives off a strange vibe, let me know. I’ll be here providing first aid.”

Luna and Ray nodded and flew away. Salem immediately rolled up his sleeves and turned back to the people who were lying down.

The scene was a mess, with people lying down, corpses, and injured people all tangled together.

‘First, separate the bodies from the injured… … .’

If you use all your elven senses, it shouldn’t be difficult to distinguish between the dead and the living.

We decided to boldly give up on those who seemed hopeless, and leave alone those who seemed like they could endure to some extent without treatment.

Salem briefly wondered whether it was right to dare to judge life and death on his own, but he tried to shake off the thought.

‘This is the best I can do.’

Salem, steeling his resolve, drew his sword and began to tear and gather the clothes of the surrounding corpses.

It was intended to be used as a substitute for a bandage.

* * *

Drip. Drip. Water dripped from the ceiling.

The smell of stagnant water stung her nose. The dirty water rose to her calves and soaked her clothes, but Arendt just followed behind Stelle in silence.

The black dog was also moving forward, wading through the dirty water.

The rider, unable to bear the silence that had continued for a long time, asked.

“What on earth is that guy? I know he’s Lord Lexion’s errand boy.”

“What is it? It’s just a mutt that person is raising.”

Arendt responded coolly.

“It’s not like he’s an ordinary dog, but whatever. Ask yourself later. I don’t know either.”

“… … I’ve been meaning to say this for a while, but you’re the only one who can talk to a dragon without hesitation, right? Or an eccentric like Count Stadler.”

“How many times must my seniors have told me that I’m a coward and a newbie?”

When the fat reply came back, the rider glared at Arendt with unkind eyes.

“Anyway, there’s no shame in that.”

“I’m not saying I’m denying it, but wouldn’t you be embarrassed if I suddenly started treating you like shit? I’ll be polite to you as you wish.”

“… … .”

The rider just kept his mouth shut.

It was because I had a strong instinct that if I talked more, I would only end up hurting myself like I always did.

In the midst of all this, Stell continued to move forward slowly as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Thud. Kuuung.

Occasionally an earthquake-like rumble would be heard, causing ripples in the stagnant water.

It meant that there were terrifying beings fighting overhead.

The rider felt a little dizzy.

‘In the sky, dragons are fighting… … .’

On earth, a hero and his adversary were engaged in a life-or-death battle.

And now, right before my eyes, an absurd monster apprentice is walking with the limbs of a dragon ahead of him.

Every single thing was completely absurd.

The most unrealistic part was that I could have a stupid argument with Arendt in the midst of all this.

The rider’s eyebrows naturally narrowed.

‘More than that… … .’

Is it really okay?

A feeling of uneasiness crossed his gaze as he stared at Arendt, who was walking ahead.

The faint scent of blood and the cold air he felt from Arendt kept getting on Rider’s nerves.

‘It’d be better if you just kept joking around like usual.’

If not, I couldn’t put my mind at ease because he was such a vicious bastard that he didn’t even groan once until he was about to die.

After walking for some time, the water level under their feet began to drop, and soon they were greeted by a ground filled with mud.

And soon after, the black dog at the very front stopped walking.

“You can’t go from here?”

Arendt asked, frowning.

As if to say yes, Stell turned and approached Arendt.

Cloudy eyes stared up at Arendt.

He seemed to want to go back to Lexion right away, but he also seemed reluctant to leave Arendt behind.

Arendt clicked her tongue after reading the meaning without difficulty.

“Okay, just get out of here. Don’t act like a lost dog. I’ll take care of it. Who are you calling a brat?”

“… … .”

Stel still looked at Arendt with a look of discontent. But that was only for a moment, and he began to walk away from the two without any regrets. After a while, the figure of the large dog disappeared as if it was melting into the darkness.

The rider who was looking at Arendt absentmindedly added a word.

“I guess you’re a brat.”

“Now is the best age. If you envy my youth, just say so.”

“… … .”

The rider looked up at the cobwebbed ceiling for a moment.

“Haaah… … .”

I knew full well that this wasn’t the situation, but I couldn’t help but feel the irritation boiling deep inside me.

Arendt glanced at her senior and started to move forward again. Rider, who suddenly came to his senses, quickly followed him.

“Come with me, kid. Do you know the way?”

“You dull-witted senior might not have noticed, but the wind is blowing in from over there.”

Arendt answered coolly.

“There’s no way Stell would’ve left us in the middle of a sewer. The exit must be nearby.”

“Can you please leave out the word ‘dull’?”

“What’s wrong with calling a dull person dull?”

The sound of another argument filled the narrow waterway.

In the midst of all this, the rider suddenly thought.

‘I feel a cool breeze coming from somewhere… … .’

At some point, the noise coming from above stopped.

* * *

Gurrrrrr!

Arthur and Licht simultaneously raised their heads at the sound of thunder that was getting closer. Ain and the enemies also stopped moving without realizing it.

“This is crazy… … .”

Arthur sighed. The sky was in an unusual state. Black magic swirled like dark clouds, and lightning flashed between the gaps.

The overwhelming magical power made my stomach churn and my breathing difficult. The wind that swept around me was also gradually getting stronger.

“Senior, isn’t this dangerous?”

“They say that fighting between dragons can cause natural disasters… … .”

At Arthur’s words, Licht muttered as if he was groaning.

The priest also felt a sense of crisis and quickly approached Ain.

“Ain-sama, the situation is not good. It seems that Nikepor-sama… … .”

“I’ll clear this place as quickly as possible and join Roger.”

Ain, who had given such instructions, took hold of his sword.

Arthur and Licht, who noticed this, were about to get into a fighting stance again.

Boom!

“Cough!”

A priest flew in from somewhere and crashed into the wall, screaming.

“Senior Licht, Arthur!”

Then Glenn’s shouting could be heard from across the street. Arthur turned his head reflexively.

Glenn and the others were running towards us. Ain, who had discovered the same thing, hardened his face under his hood.

If this were to happen, it seemed like there was virtually no chance of winning.

“I need to get out of here for now… … .”

But before he could give the order, bang!

An arrow flew from somewhere and pierced the head of the priest standing right next to him.

“… … !”

Thud. The priest collapsed without even being able to scream.

Ain quickly checked his surroundings. However, it was impossible to capture the figure of the elf archer who had deliberately hidden himself with his own eyes.

“Where are you going, kid?”

Arthur, his sword ready, growled fiercely.

Before I knew it, a knight from the 3rd Division was slowly approaching from behind, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

Even if I turned around and ran away like this, I would definitely get my head pierced by an elf archer hiding somewhere.

“… … We are surrounded, Ain.”

The surviving priest reported calmly.

“Don’t worry, the darkness is with you.”

Ain, his face hardened, gripped his sword.

“In the name of Chernion, let us drag the seeds of dirty light into hell.”